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Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Reality
Why should I pray,
When I have nothin to pray for?
Why should I keep my head up,
When there's nothin to look for up there?
How can I stay focused,
When there is a knife in my soul?
I don't know,
So how could you?
I've got to come to grips with life
And deal with the bull,
And the never ending sorrow.
My life is a waste,
Unless I awake.
When I have nothin to pray for?
Why should I keep my head up,
When there's nothin to look for up there?
How can I stay focused,
When there is a knife in my soul?
I don't know,
So how could you?
I've got to come to grips with life
And deal with the bull,
And the never ending sorrow.
My life is a waste,
Unless I awake.
Otis Willingham
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COMMENTS
Anthony Esposito
12 July 2006
I love it very true about praying
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Seán O' Muiriosa
12 July 2006
The deceptiveness of reality is frightening sometimes, wondering if it really is all a dream, or if this is actually it... Good poem, I liked the thoughts in this very much.
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Patricia Gale
12 July 2006
Sadness felt within this read.The grips of life not an easy hold.
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